Free Free For All (Red Light, Book Four) by Jayne Rylon

Nikolaas kisses a trail down his wife’s abdomen. While Rick prepares himself, Nikolaas readies Lysanne. He laps at her pussy, slicking her unnecessarily if the gloss of arousal between her thighs is any indication.
    I pinch my nipples, teasing myself as I watch Rick nudge Niko aside then notch the bulging head of his cock at Lysanne’s sopping entrance. He stares at me and I smile. I take a secret thrill from knowing this woman will never forget him and how well he is about to fuck her. An experienced lover like Rick will blow her mind. She’ll have him once, a special treat, while I can dine on caviar every night.
    It seems only fair to give her a taste of heaven.
    I nod almost imperceptibly at Rick.
    He drops low and twitches his hips forward, inserting his cock into Lysanne’s pussy. She must be tight since his penetration is slow and labored. Nikolaas slides his hand between Rick and Lysanne to rub her clit, speeding up Rick’s progress. Still he must stretch her to the bounds of comfort. She whimpers when he buries inside her completely.
    Full. On fire. Needy. I know what that feels like.
    I press on Rick’s shoulder. He doesn’t question my intent. Instead he rises up, still knitted completely but now sitting on his haunches between Lysanne’s thighs. Niko glances up at me, waiting for instruction. I dust his hand away from his wife’s pussy then shift so I’m kneeling over her face. I tip forward and lick the spot where Rick and she are joined.
    “Oh God!” she shouts when I flick my tongue over her engorged clit then alongside Rick’s shaft. He groans when the heat of my muscle compounds the silky fist of her pussy gripping him.
    As though he can’t stay still a moment longer, Rick withdraws a few inches then slides inside our acquaintance once more. He develops a pattern I complement with open-mouthed kisses on Lysanne’s clit. It isn’t long before she’s writhing beneath us, begging—for more or for mercy, I can’t quite tell which.
    My empty pussy aches. Watching Rick pleasure Lysanne has me trembling with need. I peer up from behind my lashes at the man sharing this moment with me.
    “Sarah.” Rick brushes my hair off my shoulders and into his grip. He uses it to tug my face in his direction. He bends to kiss me, long and slow enough to have groans raining on us before he separates us. “This isn’t your window. You don’t have to give all the time.”
    I blink.
    “Show us what you want.” He gestures with his chin. “Take.”
    I peek over my shoulder at Nikolaas. His cock is nearly purple where I catch glimpses above and below his shuttling fist. “Tell him to fuck me.”
    Lysanne moans below me. Her fingers reach up and spread my pussy. The cooler air on my moist flesh is a divine relief from my scorching desire. When the shock wears off, I hear the rip of a condom packet. A few seconds later, Niko is poised between my legs.
    “Do it,” Rick growls at the other man, surprising me with the tenacity of his command.
    Niko’s hands are rougher than I would have guessed on my hips. His tight grip thrills me. He reveals some authority of his own when he directs me. “Drop lower. I want Lysanne to eat you while I fuck you. I want you to come on my cock. You’re amazing. You deserve pleasure. As much as we can give you.”
    Lysanne’s lips cover me, mimicking my actions on her. Something in the skilled roll of her tongue over my clit makes me positive this is not her first girl-on-girl rodeo. Go, Lysanne. Niko complements his wife’s delivery of rapture. He rides me with more gusto than skill. The uneven lunges of his modest cock inside me are more than enough to dazzle me when paired with Rick’s litany of groans.
    Something about this taboo thrill guarantees Rick and I will seek out this experience again. The intimacy of my familiar lover blends with the new and untried aspects of a stranger. I am safe to explore and free to indulge whatever carnal craving arises.
    I look up and